❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful t...
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sixty six.
I stood outside the gates of Alexandria with Negan by my side, my head slumped over and eyes fixated on the ground. This trip back to Alexandria wasn't what he promised me; we were here to strip away their supplies. He'd already had this planned and he made me believe that I was being rewarded for what I did. He brought me and Daryl along just to slap us two, Rick, and everyone else inside the gates in the face.
"Daryl," Negan drawled, turning towards him. "Why don't you come up here and hold hands with your woman?"
My heart skipped a beat. Was he joking or being serious? There was no way he was being serious, right? No movement occurred amongst the group until someone impatiently shoved Daryl forward, him almost completely falling flat on his face. He cautiously slipped his hand into mine after shifting his eyes around the group to see if this was a test. He gripped my hand tightly. I caught a glimpse of his face. He was as petrified as I was. I was comforted by the fact that I was finally able to touch him, but with Negan around I couldn't help but stay rigid. Negan slapped Daryl on the shoulder happily.
"You deserve a little affection after all you've been through," Negan beamed at him, taking a few steps closer to the gate. He knocked Lucille against the metal bars. The sound echoed through the air and clawed aggressively at my eardrums. "Little pig, little pig, let me in," he bellowed slyly. The protective tarp over the gate slid open, revealing Spencer. He stood there with his brow furrowed in confusion, Rosita and Rick speedily approaching us. "Hello there," Negan smirked.
"You said a week," Rick huffed, glaring at him. "You're early." He slid the gate open, allowing us to enter.
"I missed you," Negan grinned as a biter hissed from behind him. "Watch this." He motioned to the biter, swinging Lucille at it and crushing its skull. Negan guffawed as it hit the ground. "You see what I just did there? Now that's some service! I mean, we got stared down a little bit at the gate," Negan shot Spencer a quick glare. "And I was wondering, who the fuck is that guy anyway, but did I get mad at him? Did I throw a fit? Nope. I just take care of one of those dead pricks that could've killed you. That's service." Negan sauntered forward into the streets of Alexandra, handing off Lucille to Rick. "Hold this," he demanded. I squeezed Daryl's hand as the group shuffled forward. I recklessly turned my head to gaze up at him longingly. He returned the look, squeezing my hand back. A somber smile swept across my face and he bowed his head, tearing his gaze away to save the both of us. "Hot diggity dog," Negan hollered happily. "This place is fucking magnificent! An embarrassment of riches as they say! Yes, sir, I do believe you're gonna have plenty to offer up."
"Daryl, Aften—" Rick began, motioning to us. I snapped my head up to look at him, startled by the shakiness of his voice.
"No," Negan snapped. "Daryl's the help; you don't look at him, you don't talk to him and I won't make you chop anything off of him. Same goes for Aften; I own her now and if I catch a wandering glance so much as in her way, I just might as well cut your dick off," he threatened in a low voice before clapping his hands together with excitement. "Today's a special occasion, now, ain't it?" Negan turned towards the two of us. "Daryl, I hope you don't mind. I had me a warm slice of Aften pie last night and it was delicious!" My breath hitched in my throat, my cheeks bursting into flames. I felt my body immediately begin to shake in anger as I blushed deeper and deeper, my heart slowly sinking down into the pit of my stomach. Daryl faintly growled, his grip on my hand crippling me. "And let me say, you're really missing out. No wonder you're with her."
